mercredi, novembre 30, 2005

Mom Genes

My mom, thanks to my champagne-swigging influence, wears lower--still far from crack exposing--rise jeans

My mom is now on her way to JFK. I sped home during my lunch break to say a proper surprise goodbye. I made myself useful for the 5 minutes I could spare before racing back to work by finding her cell phone charger then I told her I had to go and she cheerfully embraced me, blessed me in the name of all that is good and perfect, and said “Peace” while matronly throwing up the deuces. You gotta love her but for me it's a cherished choice.